brooklyn - steve rogers. / captain america.

thirty.

anastasia presley james
chapter thirty
oct. 20, 2013

(not what ana looks like but this is kind of how i envision her suit also i found it on pinterest.. not sure who to credit for this amazing design :( but its not mine!)

they explained just about everything, but it's one hell of a story. it all makes sense but it won't to a court, or to tony. we were moments away from landing in siberia, but i know deep down that we're not walking away from this together. 

i played with gadgets on the quinjet, adapting them to my usual tech. i made a small device that were kind of like my glasses but more of something to keep around my neck, a necklace.

i haven't spoke to steve, mainly because all i want to do is rip his throat out. i mean did he even try to fight for me? to wake me up? wanda was all alone and he just didn't..

"hey," bucky's voice breaks my attention and i sit up from the bench i was laying in. 

"hey," i smile softly, he sits besides me and hands me a brown lunch bag.

"peanut butter sandwich? steve said it was natasha's.. he wants you to eat," i shake my head at his peace offering.

"no thanks, i'm all pumped up from all the meds and fluids i was on for the last week," i joke and bucky cracks a soft smile.

he places a hand on my knee and i place my hand on top of his.

"listen, doll," i smile at the nickname,"i don't know how to word this, but uh- thank you."

"for?" i ask with my brows furrowed.

"believing in me," he began," you always believed in the best of people. see that type of faith always made me think you were a little.. naive?"

i hit his arm,"jerk," i joke with smile on my face.

"you know what i mean, ana," i nod and he continues,"you just always believed in me. i never understood why but i'm grateful for it either way. even now.. i mean, you realize not all of us are coming out on the other end."

i nod slowly and look at my feet, i squeeze his hand and smile.

"we spent so much time in a cell together, time growing up together, when have i ever gave up at the last minute?" i turn my body so i was across from him,"i'm not giving up now. i love you guys, more than anything. we're going to get you help, get rid of whatever chokehold hydra has your subconscious in, and i mean real help, not shield and their self righteous bullshit."

bucky smiles and lets out a small chuckle, nodding slowly.

"i don't want anything bad happening to you.. you know, you had a life before today, you can't just leave it because i was drafted in the forties and then kidnapped by a supremacist group," he admits, looking in to my eyes.

"hey, when have i not been able to handle myself?" i joke, he smacks his lips and rolls his eyes.

"fine, but if anything happens to you, i won't be able to forgive myself," he confesses, a sad smile forms on my face and tears prick at the brim of my eyes.

"i know," i say softly, barely above a whisper, shutting my eyes so that no tears could form.

he presses his forehead to mine and pulls me in for a hug.

"i love you," bucky whispers in my ear, slowly stroking my head.

in a world full of chaos and war, his arms were the safest place.

"are you even going to talk to him?" bucky slowly brings up.

i blow out a huff of air and stand up, i begin to look for any potential weapons to assassinate the other winter soldiers.